Online dating, after all, is what it is. The so-called love is nothing more than 'making it' while chatting. I hate this deeply, yet I have fallen into this quagmire again. Fortunately for you, you actually gave it such a novel name "Wen Lian".
By chance, I got to know him, and I couldn't stop it from then on.
I am so painful, angry, resentful, and passionately in love.
What hurts me is that the distance is too far, and I am angry at the injustice of heaven. How can I be jealous of lovers? But he resented himself even more. He had nothing and could not catch up with him no matter how hard he tried. However, it is you who I love passionately.
Our stories are too pure to be inspired by words. In the vast Internet, all you and I understand are your words. I am really surprised by these wise hands. They actually typed out feelings, which are still so surging.
To me, those are your thousands of words, your warnings and instructions are all imprinted in my eyes, and I seem to know that they are the source of my tears.
The words "can't ask for it" and "can't let it go", you must have them all in my place.
Xiangxiang, you always call me so kindly. But this is the name given to you. She called you Xia Xia, but by mistake she wrote Xiang Xiang. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional.
It is said that everything will return to its original state. For example, people come and go naked, without worries or worries. Well, this love affair started on the Internet and must end on the Internet.